Traces Of Red

...the follow up to „Blood On My Hands“ from the album „Shadowfields“

rain covers my face before daylight
blood from the slaughter beneath my feet
I can?t take it
and the red crawls...
hot winds, colouring dead trees
how silent the light shines on you
on your red lips
and now there is pain

at night under a purple moon
a visit from the dead
followed by neverending night
in darkness the moment remains all swallowed
by icy waves of bittersweet death

a smile on your face like the demons bride
on my hands the blue light I cry
sensing madness?black wings
and the red crawls
there are the sweet, horrid wings of death
of grey, stone like silence, I breathe
from the cliffs of the night
I stare into decay

Feel the hand of death
Your blue eyes darken
I?m near
Unholy love
Your rose of youth torn apart
The purple sign
Your limbs are trashed by relief
Black seed arise
The flood comes crawling up to thee

Into the abyss of fear
A crying voice distant I hear
Your breathing chest it?s what I feel
The salty tears, they suck my skin
Now i`m here
Into the abyss of fear

Freeze – because the moon stares down
Like a drunken whore
Your cheeks are bleech
My anthem will make you smile